LOGINThe wait outside the labour room stretched longer than anyone expected, the kind of waiting that slowly eats into your thoughts until silence becomes louder than noise, and Lucas stood there with his back slightly against the wall, his jaw tight, his mind moving in circles that refused to settle into anything clear.He had gone through a lot in a short period of time, but nothing felt as unsettling as this moment, standing outside a room where he could not control anything.The hallway was quiet but not peaceful, filled with distant footsteps, low conversations, and the occasional movement of nurses passing by, yet none of it reached him fully because his attention was locked on that door, on the outcome behind it, on the uncertainty he could not shake.Then finallyThe door opened.A doctor stepped out, holding the baby carefully in his arms, wrapped tightly, small enough that the sight alone made something inside Lucas tighten in a way he could not immediately process.Lucas straigh
The pain had increased it wasnt like a while hours ago when it was mild.It was no longer something Sophie could measure or prepare for. It came in waves that refused to follow rhythm, each one stronger than the last, each one pulling whatever strength she had left out of her body and leaving her weaker than before. Her fingers gripped the sheets so tightly her knuckles had turned pale, her breathing uneven, breaking in between sharp cries that echoed through the room without control.."It's too early," one of the doctors said under his breath, but not low enough for it to be ignored.Another voice followed quickly, "She's not holding up well."Sophie heard them.Even through the pain, she heard every word, every tone, every hesitation, and it made everything worse, because she knew what that meant, she knew what they were trying not to say directly, and it sat heavily in her chest, mixing fear with anger in a way she could not separate."I can't..." she gasped, her voice breaking as
Maya had not been able to shake the feeling since the last time she followed Sophie to the hospital, the moment replaying in her mind over and over again, every detail refusing to settle, every question growing louder instead of fading, until what started as doubt had slowly turned into certainty that something was wrong, something deeper than what anyone else could see.She was convinced now.Kade was alive.There was no other explanation that made sense, no other reason for Sophie's movements, her secrecy, the way she appeared where she should not be and disappeared before she could be questioned, and the more Maya thought about it, the clearer it became that whatever was going on was not something Alicia would believe, not without proof, not without something concrete enough to silence doubt.And that frustrated her.Because she knew she was right.She just did not have what she needed yet.Maya sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, her mind running through possibilities, co
Damein stepped out of the private room he had been assigned to, He had barely taken a few steps when he saw her.Sophie.She was standing near the end of the corridor like she had been waiting for him all along. Arms folded, posture calm, but her eyes carried that familiar edge calculated, patient, and dangerous in a way she never bothered to hide anymore.Damein stopped.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then he exhaled slowly, already tired of the game before it even began."Damein requested to have a chat with Sophie."His tone was controlled, but the meaning behind it was not.Sophie tilted her head slightly, as if assessing whether he was worth the time. "Now I have done your request there is no need threatening me with the child you begged Me to help you conceive Damien said with all seriousness The words landed sharp in the silence.Damein's jaw tightened,He had learned long ago that reacting to Sophie gave her satisfaction than anything else, Still, there were limits."We
Sophie stepped into the hospital with the kind of calm that only came from knowing exactly what she was doing and how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she made her way down the restricted corridor without hesitation, her presence controlled, her expression composed, as though this visit carried nothing unusual behind it.She moved with quiet certainty until she reached the door she was looking for, her fingers resting briefly on the handle before she pushed it open and stepped inside.The room was dim.And thereKade lay on the hospital bed.For a moment, Sophie simply stood there, taking in the sight, her gaze scanning him from head to toe, measuring the damage, assessing the outcome of what had happened, her expression unreadable until finally, she spoke."You look so sick," she said, her tone light but edged with something sharper beneath it, "for someone I barely shot."ThenKade's eyes opened.He turned his
Lucas was caught between too many things at once, his father's health, the weight of doing what was right, and the quiet but persistent pull toward the person he truly loved, all of it pressing against him at the same time, leaving him unsettled in a way he could not easily explain.The doctors had assured him that his father would be fine, that there was no immediate threat, that with time and care he would recover, and yet nothing about Henri's condition felt normal to him, nothing about the way he behaved aligned with what he had been told, and that inconsistency sat heavily in his mind, refusing to be ignored.Added to that were Sophie's words, the things she had said to him, subtle but deliberate, planting thoughts that now refused to leave, and the more he tried to focus on one thing, the more everything seemed to blur together into something he could not fully control.The pressure was getting to him.He stood by the bar for a while before she arrived, his thoughts moving faste
The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the private recovery room, thick and suffocating.Sophie lay against the white hospital sheets, her fingers clutching the fabric so tightly her knuckles had turned pale. Her body felt weak, heavy, as if someone had drained all the strength from her bones. A dull
"Don't forget," Damien said that morning as Maya buttoned her blouse, "my parents land at four." She was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting her collar. "You told me." "I'm serious, Maya. They're only in London for two days." "I know." He watched her through the reflection. She looked co
The London morning was crisp but not cold, sunlight streaming between the tall buildings like a promise of calm. Damien adjusted his cufflinks in the reflection of the coffee shop window, straightening his navy suit. Today marked his second day at the hospitals, With a final glance in the mirror,
The morning London light filtered softly through the curtains as Damein adjusted his cufflinks in front of the mirror. The navy suit fit him like it had been tailored by intention rather than fabric. Today was his first official day at one of London's most prestigious hospitals a transfer from Swed







